today I was sad
and yesterday I was sad
last week I was sad
a month ago I was sad
last year I was sad
tomorrow I'll be sad
and that
is pretty sad
~Anonymous
ESTÁS LEYENDO
La melancólica muerte de mi alma
Non-FictionY yo me cubro, yo me envuelvo, me mezo en mi nostalgia preferida, me abrazo a la almohada y lloro, me avergüenzo de mi edad y no comprendo por qué, tan de repente, ya no soy una niña.. A. Pizarnik ☾
